The Golden Myth
The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the cobblestones of the lower district into a slick, mirror-like expanse that reflected the gaslights in trembling, amber pools. Captain Elias Thorne stood at the window of the Governor’s office, his fingers resting on the cold iron of the sill, watching the water cascade down the glass in thin, frantic threads. He was a man who had built his...
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